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Ruan Mo envied him and gave him the ointment.

She was sitting cross-legged, her pinky finger smeared with medicine, gently twirling around his cheekbone, which was a little blue.

As he wiped her hair, Ling Ao Jing suddenly pulled her down and hugged her tightly. "Forget it."

It's really ink. It's not like injuries can't heal themselves.

Ruan Moyu struggled for a bit